The Witches of the West

There’s a rainbow glow in the 5th dimension,

My eyes gaze upon it: The beauty hurts.

I wake up in the astral plane, where time does not exist,

I have no arms, no legs, no wings;

I’m naked in the eyes of those who see

the soul’s geometry.

It is by far the weirdest thing, when thoughts collapse,

When you and me,

Reflect each other’s hearts.

The fluids merge,

the druid blood that boils within,

Reveals the memory.

The sacred symbols of the void, that hover in my mind,

enchant, unlock and cast the spell

for me to be

amongst the Witches of the West,

in Libra Galaxy.